Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate.
Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot. Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met.
“Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures.” This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted.
When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained: “my travels have changed me… “
Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll. In summary it said: “every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.”
A short love story of Silvia and Matthew, hailing from completely different social background and brought together by their affection for music. Two lovers vowed to spend their life together only to fall apart in pieces.
This is the second book I have read that is written by Erich Segal. Love Story was brilliant in its portrayal of evident and non-evident emotions. Only Love, throughout its length was also impeccable, the everlasting bond between Matthew and Evie and the magnetism between Matthew and Silvia. A heartbreaking story of a love lost and a love found. But when it comes to end, how he (Matthew) can say that I have always loved you, Evie. We, as human, always keep parts of them whom we loved once. One can be free and moved on. And in order to do so, we forgive them and ourselves, keep the good memories with ourselves and not put blame on the other one. Whatever the reason Silvia had for her disappearance from his life whether it was sense of responsibility or fear for survival, it cannot change the fact what she and Matthew had once was beautiful and it was Love.
You know life has changed when you no longer crave for your birthday cake nor you need a birthday bash. Just few close friends and family will do the trick.
This year on 27th September I turned umm…. let’s say plus one than how much older I was on my last birthday. 😛 😀 This was different in many ways. My younger brother came to visit me this time. I have not been home in around eight long months. This is the longest I have been away from home. I was missing home and he was also missing me, well not exactly me but our fights :D. I do not remember when I was with him last on my birthday. But it cannot be any less than decade. I could not ask for more and happily cancelled all of my plans. I took one day leave and we went for shirdi darshan on 26th. He wanted me to have divine blessings. Although I am not a believer, I prefer to respect other’s belief. We visited the famous Shirdi and the Shani Shingnapur. Later one is well known for God Shani’s temple and holds a place in The Guinness book of World Records.
We came back to Mumbai around 11:15 in the might. I am not a big fan of cake, neither is my brother. At midnight, I blew one candle and cut a walnut pie instead of innumerable candles which I would have added to the unused stock of things in my drawer and a creamy cake. I have recently moved to Mumbai, so very few people had my contact number, so I only got few calls to wish happy birthday. The important ones came obviously. And the best part, my parents called at 12 am. On every birthday they used to call me in the morning ritualistically. And I felt happy, differently happy. Bhai was too tired so he slept. And I ended up doing google hangout with my friends for 2 hours. Hangout has really been a blessing for long distance friend gangs.
The morning was pretty normal. Sleeping till almost noon, weekly chores and of course gifts :D. Gifts are definitely the best part of birthday 😉 . And you know what I got a Barbie as present. I do not why but I never had a Barbie while growing up, nor did I ever ask for it. Someone has truly said that a girl can never be too old to play with Barbie. At the same time I felt like two persons, a grown up and a kid is embodied in me. At one front I am rising over the fanciness of the birthday celebration. And at the other side I still crave for little joys. Probably the ambivalence of this feel is the real beauty of being a grown-up.
A book that makes you sad in a good way. A cute and dark-humored tale of love of two terminally ill teens, struggle of an only child to leave less and leeser scars on the lives of her parents, courageous efforts of a kid to die gracefully by giving everyday its best. A story that reminds you how precious moments can be if lived to the fullest, no matter how short they are.
From the very beginning, story flows with its own sweet and inevitably sad pace. And the best part you’ll become a part of that. You will feel the wish of Hazel, Gus and Issac for some missing part of their lives. Above that you will pain of their parents of seeing their children getting deprived of living as normal, guilt of imagining their live without them. To its loveliest part you’ll see Gus and Hazel making best of their days whichever they were left with.
Wo sunsan raastey
Jinpe chalte chalte kabhi mile the hum
Jinpe chalte chalte mehsoos kiya tha humne
Chhoti chhoti khushiyan jo thi unn raaston se judi!
Aaj lag rha hai kafi peeche reh gyi hain wo
Kuch sunahri kuch syah yaadon k sath!
Kabhi na chaha tha kisi ne ye
Par lagta h yhi thi khuda ki marji!
Humein tha khud pe bharosha
Aur aap-pe aur apne khuda pe
Aur sabse jyada hamari dosti pe!
Par lagta h sare sapnon bas ek hi anjaam liye aate hain
Wo toot-te hain, toot k bikhar jate hain!
Bas reh jate hain hum, hmari yaadein
Aur ek bujhi si umeed unn sapnon k jud jaane ka!
Jindagi rukti nai kisi bhi sapne k liye
Kabhi chalti h ye sapne dekhne k liye
Aur kabhi toote sapnon k jud jaane ki ummed liye!!